I'm a service department manager and had a technician go down so I had to grab my tools and head out. Ended up at a house with a motorcycle gas tank mailbox. I knew right away I was going to like this guy. I pulled up and it's an old hippy looking guy, bandana and all. He's in his garage working on an old Indian and has a 67 Chevelle convertible on a 4 post lift. Along side it was a 59 El Camino. We automatically started talking cars and bikes. I tell him about my Vette and my various bikes. Next he invites me into his dining room, yes dining room where there is an old BSA Canadian military bike. Then he takes me to his basement to show me his Harleys.
Cool little collection. The odd part was, no walkout basement. He moves them all downstairs on his own.
That is cool! They're in a nice warm safe place but I'd hate to lug them up the stairs each time I want to ride one.
Fun little man cave he's got there; bikes on display, TV, pool table, and pinball machine in the corner.
& the wall art
Tastie
cliff